Surprise!

Or should I say "Supplies!"

I never knew until after I started this site how very differently people perceive me in the wild. I consider myself an extremely open person. I mean, I wrote about my hemorrhoids and patchwork quilted va jay jay.  And I'm generally pretty friendly and frank with my colleagues too. But apparently the goofy and jokester me is occluded by the Trisha Takanawa no nonsense just the facts ma'am me.

I realize this now after people would see me, brighten, and say, "I found your website. You are so much COOLER on the Internet!" It's like when people meet you and say, "Oh my gosh, you are so much prettier in person!" Um, do I look cross eyed and fuggles on TV? Kidding. I know they mean it as a compliment, 100%. And that's how I take it. I'm super grateful for the people who check in to see what I'm thinking and how I'm feeling and what's happening in my wackadocious Mommyland.

And sometimes I think I've posted something pretty funny and The Good Doctor is always there to slap me back down to reality with his, "It was OK. I would have said ..." And I'm like, "Oh really? REALLY? BRING IT!" But as you can see, he remains silent and elusive. THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT.

He's so accustomed to the Chaos Theory of Life with Vicky that he doesn't bat an eye when confronted with my whirlwind of ups and downs, ins and outs, heres and theres. He knows I am high maintenance, but as I like to say, I'm high self maintenance. The closest he's ever come to really describing it is, "She's a handful. Both hands." And THAT is why he is my favorite person ever. He can handle the un-handle-ables that make up the sides of me that aren't readily visible.

That's what you need in a Life Co-Captain. Someone who sees the good, and helps you navigate through the bad and ugly. You need someone who has your back, front, and sides. Someone you trust with your deepest darkest secrets because that person will help shine a light on the undesirable corners of your mind and make you a better person. You need a Life Co-Captain who sees you for all that you are and all that you strive to be. And that person can't be hedging their bets and wishy washy about you.

OK. Stepping off my Good Doctor soapbox. 

Where was I? Oh yes, so here I am, writing about all sorts of things that I feel like I wear on my sleeve but apparently they are not as obvious as I think. Like you really don't know I'm a total goofball at home and I'm rambunctious and ghetto and will bust out a Karate Kid kick on a Bosu ball to prove I have supreme balancing skills? Oh yes I di-id. Neck swivel.  

So thank you for enjoying this verbal catharsis and humoring me and not sending hate emails. Life is much better as a shared adventure.